The Library Of The Paradox. 5

"Settle, I didn't [summon] you to please me," Trent said sternly once his enslaved Bosses manifested into reality once again, revealing their voluptuous bodies to the Archive room they were in. Hazula was already snaking to Trent when he ordered for a refrain.

Giving them stark glances, he placed the book of the Origin Of The Gates on the dusty, metallic table. 

**cough** cough**

"I'll be bringing in more books and paperwork," Trent stated. "I need additional eyes. Since you two still have yours functioning, you'll assist in skimming and providing me with information from these texts. Do you understand?" He emphasised his command, seeking their acknowledgment.

Morveth, curious as ever, ran her fingers along the smooth walls of the room. "We understand, Master. It's just that it feels so nostalgic to be here again," she said, glancing at her sister. "Right, sister?"